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“These two will have to wait.” She made her decision swiftly. It had become easier, deciding what to accept and what not to. In the initial stage, she had called Cayden for every single thing and had been intimidated to say the least.

She was from a simple family and had been plunged into a world of tremendous wealth. She was also the only Black person in the family and that had given her a bit of a worry and insecurity.

“The luncheon will have to be rescheduled until my husband gets back.” She initialed her response and hesitated briefly on the pleas from a children’s home she had adopted. She engaged in a number of charitable events. In the past, she had taken on too many, until she found herself inundated with begging letters.

Marianne had told her firmly that she cannot expect to save everyone. She had suffered guilt that she was wearing enough jewelry in one setting to clothe and feed several children for years and going on as if everything was right with the world.

When she expressed her distress to her husband, he had sat her down and instead of brushing aside her concerns, had explained that she can only do so much and no more.

“You are already doing your part darling, leave it at that.”

“Do up a letter and a budget and let me have a look at it.” She read the request again. “I was supposed to check into this, but did not have the time. Thanksgiving is almost here, and we need to do something for these children.”

“And this?” Glenna planted her ample frame on one of the padded silk chairs, her round chocolate colored face reminding Blair of the principal of the school she had taught at before her marriage.

Blair looked up, meeting Glenna’s gaze with a thoughtful expression. “This is a request from the children's home. They need additional funding for the Thanksgiving event.”

Glenna nodded approvingly. “You’ve always had a big heart for those kids.”

Blair smiled warmly, appreciating the support in Glenna’s voice. “I just want to make sure they have a memorable day.”

“We can tighten up the budget in other areas,” Glenna suggested, her tone pragmatic. “Prioritizing the children’s event seems right.”

Blair nodded, feeling a wave of relief at Glenna’s reassurance. She turned back to her desk, her mind already abuzz with plans and arrangements.

The estate, with all its grandeur, had become a place where she could channel her energy into meaningful causes. It was not just about the social events and the opulence; it was about making a difference, one step at a time.

“Thank you, Glenna,” she said softly, her fingers deftly moving across the keyboard to draft the letter.

Glenna’s gentle presence was a reminder that amidst the complexity of her new life, she had found allies who understood her heart.

“You have a luncheon appointment with Kelly and Leesa to discuss the fall charity ball.”

“I had completely forgotten about that.” She looked at her desk covered with various folders and assortment of letters demanding her attention.

“I will clear up some of those.” Glenna was already sweeping things into a pile. “By the time you get back, I will have the letters ready to be signed.”

“Thanks.” She was about to push away from the desk when her phone rang. “It’s Cayden.”

“I will get started on these,” Glenna left discreetly and closed the door behind her.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Blair closed her eyes as his deep voice sent warmth throughout her body. She loved him so much that it was impossible to even verbalize it at times. She had spent the last week or so, resolved to fight for her marriage.

“I miss you.”

Her heart took a quick dive, and she wanted to believe that he was yearning for her the way she was yearning for him.

“When are you coming home?”

“Not for another week.”

Her heart sank. “I see.”

“Are we going to start another argument?” There was a hint of impatience in his voice. “You know the craziness we have going on here and I asked you to stay. Christ, Blair…

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